“I suppose Kara’s told you, then.” Mirya glanced at the regent, and sighed. “I’m not at all sure I’m the right person for the job. And I’ll have to hire someone to look after Erstenwold’s for me, since I can’t very well manage the store and look after the Tower’s purse at the same time.”
“You don’t know how strong you are, Mirya. You’ll do fine.”
She gave him a grateful look. “What are you going to do now that you’re not the Lord Hulmaster any longer?”
“Oh, I’ll be helping Kara as I can. But mostly I hope to be looking after you and Selsha.”
“You think I need looking after?” she asked, and a hint of fire flickered in her eyes.
“I know you don’t, Mirya. But I know that I need you.” He took her hands in his and gazed into her face, hoping that she could see what was in his heart, everything that was in his heart. “I asked you a question a few tendays ago, and you never answered me. Will you have me for your husband, Mirya?”
Mirya stood still as a statue, staring at him. “You still want to marry me? Even after what Rhovann made me do?”
“Yes, I do,” he said. “With all my heart I do.”
Mirya tried to speak, and stopped herself. Then, almost as if she didn’t expect to hear it herself, she whispered, “Yes.”
Geran found himself grinning like a fool. “Yes? You said yes?”
She laughed, and nodded her head. “I said yes!” she cried, and flung her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.
They stood, lost in each other, until Geran became aware of a tremendous roar and shouts of approval all around them. He looked up and realized that the great crowd had finally noticed the two of them. Commoners, Shieldsworn, merchants, noble guests, all beamed and applauded for Mirya and him. Kara laughed aloud in delight, and clapped along with the rest.
A short distance away, Hamil grinned at him. About time you got around to that, the halfling told him. What in the world were you waiting for, anyway? “Lord Geran! Lady Mirya!” he shouted, and the crowd took up the cry. “Lord Geran! Lady Mirya!”
Beside Hamil, Selsha jumped up and down in delight. Mirya smiled at her daughter and held out her arm; like a dark-haired bolt of lightning Selsha bounded over and threw herself into her mother’s side, hugging Mirya and Geran both. “Mama! Geran! Is it true?” she said. “Are you getting married? When? When?”
Geran glanced at Mirya, and they shared a smile. He reached down to hug Selsha back. “Soon,” he said. “Soon, I promise you.”
Then, to the wild cheers of the hundreds in the hall, he took Mirya in his arms and kissed her again.
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